So people are freaking out about Windows 10′s “Wi-Fi Sense” app.
The assumption that Tumblr is taking as fact because that’s what Tumblr does:
“Wi-Fi Sense gives your wi-fi password to your Skype friends list, your Facebook friends list, your AIM friends list, and every other friends list on your computer; all without you knowing. Please be informed and follow this tutorial to turn it off.”
The truth:
- Wi-Fi Sense has to be manually downloaded, first off.
- Secondly, it doesn’t give your wi-fi password out. It gives access to your network to anyone on your Skype/Facebook/whatever buddy lists, so they don’t need you to TELL THEM your password.
- The purpose of this is simple: If your friends come over with their laptop and they wanna use your internet, you can passively give them access because you have them on your Skype buddy list. This way, you don’t have to give them a receipt with blue sharpie on it that has a fucking 480 character password on it so they can get into your wi-fi.
- The password isn’t stored anywhere on their computer, it’s stored on yours, just as it’s always been, just as it always will be. All Wi-Fi Sense does is give them access to your wi-fi without a password.
- Therefore, Wi-Fi Sense is actually leaps and bounds more safe and secure than just normal wi-fi usage. You literally don’t have to tell anyone your password. Like ever. Hell you don’t even have to tell it to your own family, you can just select their computer on the network and allow or deny them access remotely.
I’m not gonna ask everyone to spread the word here because it’s gonna fall on deaf ears once it hits the Anti-Win10 crowd, but if you’ve been seeing the BS about Wi-Fi Sense going around, don’t believe it. Once again, Tumblr is extremely misinformed and didn’t take the time to search Google for about 12 seconds.
Pro-tip: if sending the same nudes to multiple people, adjust the images slightly. Crop, change the filters, etc and keep track of what you send to who. That way, if you ever see any leaked anywhere (like on a revenge porn site or some shit), you can know who the weakest link was and hunt them down.
Happy sexting, my friends.
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Can I just say thanks for this though? Cause like…people make it seem like such a shameful thing to do and I’ve never really thought of it like that. So to see this post that’s being totally positive about it but also giving tips on how to protect yourself is something that’s very special and important to me.
Your body, your choice. Share as you like, but be intelligent about it :)
Did they ever reveal how Captain America was thawed? Because I’m picturing a bunch of Shield agents with hair dryers and I don’t think that’s quite right.
I don’t think they’d want to microwave him so hair dryer is really the only remaining option. That’s how I’d do it.
badscienceshenanigans
Do you have a sciency way to accomplish this task?
Well, let’s see.
To thaw a 1.5 metric ton colossal squid frozen in a block of ice (the only way the fishermen who trawled the thing in could bring it home before it went bad), scientists put it in a big vat of brine just above 0 Celsius/32F. That allowed the fresh water to melt while still keeping the squid as cold as possible. Essential, since for a giant corpse with tentacles, certain parts are bound to thaw days before others and could become quite rotten before the rest comes out of the ice block if you’re not careful.
HOWEVER Captain America was still alive, which complicates things. On the other hand, even supersoldiers are significantly smaller than this record-setting colossal squid. This helps thaw logistics somewhat.
Much like the squid, Captain America would have to be kept at a consistent temperature throughout his body in order to be thawed successfully. If his extremities were to thaw more than a minute or two before his heart and lungs were thawed and reactivated, the tissue wouldn’t have any oxygen and would quickly die. What a shame to bring back Steve Rogers only to have him be the poster boy for gangrene. Brain tissue becoming metabolically active before the cardiovascular system began functioning would be even more disastrous— possible permanent brain damage.
And the GH-325 project was born
To keep his temperature as equal as possible across his entire body, something like the squid brine or (more likely) an antifreeze solution would be used. Immerse the Capsicle in brine until the entire unit is within a degree or two of thawing* to begin Phase II.
*Note that due to presence of salts, fats, protein, etc, the freezing point of meat is actually 28-29F. Apologies to non-US readers, sadly I only work with American meat and don’t know the freezing point of corpses/beef in Sane Country Units. That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project.
At the thawing point, it’s important to consider life support functions. I don’t know how fast human tissue uses up oxygen at refrigerator-range temperatures, but I’m going to assume that the sooner you have oxygen circulating the better. A heart-lung machine would be needed to oxygenate and move the blood around for a while before the heart gets started back up.
Meanwhile, because Captain America’s last un-frozen moments were spent deep underwater, there may be decompression issues at play. Whatever gas bubbles may have been present in his tissue are currently frozen in place, but when he thaws they can move about and create embolisms —> the bends. Better put him in a hyperbaric chamber just in case.
Since Captain America regained consciousness in a recovery room rather than during the thaw process, it may be safe to assume that he was sedated and/or placed in a drug-induced coma during thaw.
So at this point we’ve got a giant bathtub of brine, a heart-lung machine, oxygen canisters, lots of drugs, plus all the necessary monitoring equipment all inside a hyperbaric chamber. After thawing the antifreeze bath could be replaced with gradually warming water or saline solution in order to bring Captain America back up to normal body temperature. So many machines! This is US medicine at its finest.
Forced warm air blowers (hairdryers) are needed after Captain America is fully thawed, organ systems are reactivated, and he is brought back to normal body temperature. At this point it becomes necessary to dry and style Captain America and put him in period-appropriate jammies to sleep it off in a vintage hospital room. If you think hearing the wrong baseball game tipped him off fast, you should see him wake up with bad hair.
THIS IS THE BEST POST IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING.
That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project.
ALL RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS I KEEP SEEING THIS SORT OF THING AND LET ME EDUCATE YOU FOR ONE SECOND.
STEP ONE: LEARN HOW YOU LIKE TO LOOK, AND LOOK THAT WAY. I recommend Good Will or another thrift/secondhand store to do this on a budget (my family is broke as shit, I know the feeling). You like floofy dresses? Dress like a goddamn fairy tale princess. You like slouchy t-shirts and jeans? SWEET, you’re an adorable nerd, maybe you’ll find one for your favorite band. You’re like me and you like formal button down shirts? Great, buy like seven formal shirts and a few ties if that’s your thing, blazers are fun too. You don’t like makeup? FANTASTIC, you have a lovely face. You like wearing makeup? GREAT, ROCK THAT SHIT. You only like blood-of-your-enemies lipstick? OWN IT. You only like bright turquoise eyeliner? AWESOME. You want to dye your hair every color of the rainbow? CONDITION THE SHIT OUT OF IT, IT’LL LOOK GLORIOUS AND BE SOFT AS A FUCKING PUPPY. Looking the way you want to look, the way you’re comfortable, decreases that urge to ‘hide’ by slouching your shoulders and sticking to the background. Badasses do not hide because they don’t like their clothes. If they don’t like their clothes, they change their clothes to represent their inner badass. It seems like a tiny thing, but it even helps when you need to talk to people (what up my friends with social anxiety), because it feels a little bit like armor.
STEP TWO: LEARN HOW TO WALK LIKE YOU’RE NOT JUST READY TO KILL SOMEONE, BUT CAPABLE OF DOING IT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS. That means chin up, shoulders back, and act like you know what you’re doing (no one really knows what they’re doing, don’t get bogged down in that, just fake it and everyone will believe you). Chant to yourself “I AM A MOTHERFUCKING BOSS” until you feel the rhythm in your soul, repeat your favorite line of poetry in time with your heart, imagine that each footfall is the sound of your enemies’ heads being lopped the fuck off, whatever works for you. Look where you’re planning to go and people will get the fuck out of your way. SWING YOUR ARMS, THE MOMENTUM IS SOOTHING IF YOU’RE FEELING FIDGETY AND NERVOUS. Feeling tense? Fold your hands behind your back, it makes you look bigger and feel bigger and hides your tension. Wear shoes that make you feel like you can ACCOMPLISH SHIT. If those are six inch stiletto heels, congratulations on your balance, you are ready to GO FORTH AND FUCK PEOPLE UP. If they’re combat boots (my preference), you are ready to STOMP ON THE SOULS OF THOSE WHO WOULD DEFEAT YOU. If they’re flats, you will look dainty and gentle RIGHT UP UNTIL YOUR GLORIOUS TRIUMPH. It’s about feeling like you can get shit done, like you’re capable of getting shit done. If you pretend to believe those two things, everyone else will be convinced, and that might even help convince you.
STEP THREE: LEARN THE FINE ART OF “I MEANT TO DO THAT.” You are a cat. It doesn’t matter if you just fell down the damn stairs into a tiny puddle of five-foot klutziness (guess who used to do that A LOT), pick yourself up and dust yourself off and crack a quick joke at your own expense and then MOVE ON. If someone else brings it up, TELL THEM THAT IT WAS SO FIVE HOURS AGO. You mis-spoke in front of the whole class? LAUGH WITH THEM RATHER THAN BLUSHING AND LOOKING HUMILIATED. It makes people feel a lot less inclined to make fun of you about something if they think you don’t give a shit. Remember, grasshopper, you have no fucks to give because it would be beneath you to give a fuck.
STEP FOUR: PICK YOUR BATTLES, AND THEN DO YOUR RESEARCH. This one’s pretty simple. You earn a lot more respect if you manage to be reasonably well spoken and well-reasoned on a handful of topics that mean a lot to you than if you go off like a wayward squiggly rocket on any damn thing. So pick a few things that you’re going to fight for (gay rights, pro-choice/anti-abortion debates, racism issues, religious equality, and bullying were usually mine, for reasons that won’t come up) and then LEARN YOUR SHIT. TALKING OUT OF YOUR ASS WON’T HELP. It helps boost your confidence if you know your topic, and it decreases the odds of a confrontation becoming personally vicious. You have a stutter? That’s okay, plenty of people do, sometimes it helps to practice on your own and if it really stresses you out to talk just try to master the “fuck off” glare, it works like a charm if you’re feeling nonverbal for any reason. You really hate confrontation? It’s fine to NOT DO CONFRONTATION, learn how to gracefully redirect the discussion onto safer ground. You’re a fucking adrenaline junkie who kind of loves to fight (me)? It DOES NOT MAKE YOU A BAD PERSON to fight for what you believe in
STEP FIVE: DON’T STRESS ABOUT IT TOO MUCH. Ultimately people will think whatever they want, and sometimes all you can do is take a few deep breaths and hope that they get hit by a falling meteor. These are just suggestions to boost confidence. GO FORTH AND GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR INNER BADASS.
Sources: I’m a five foot nothing girl, no one’s fucked with me more than once in many years, and apparently I have a bit of a rep.
“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
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But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too.
First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation.
And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.
Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.
If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other.
When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.
When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.”
And that is gross.
This has been added to since I last saw it, so reblogging again.
Busted wide open.
Mic dropped.
Also, let’s talk consent 101: consenting to one thing does not mean I am automatically consenting to something else.
If I consent to kiss someone, I am not automatically consenting to having sex with them. Hell, if I consented to have sex with someone one way, it doesn’t mean I am automatically consenting to doing it in a different. If I consent to having intercourse, I am not by default consenting to getting pregnant and giving birth.
Ron Weasley with pure white scars in abstract swirls covering the entirety of his arms.
Ron Weasley keeping the deluminator close by at all times, still on alert and paranoid that his loved ones will need him when he’s not there.
Ron Weasley working in WWW with George for a year because while he isn’t yet ready to go back Hogwarts and face the translucent faces of his classmates and the grave stones, and the great hall where the images of blood and bodies are burned into his eyelids he won’t follow Harry into auror training despite its comparative ease because he’s seen enough of violence to last several lifetimes.
Ron Weasley waking up in the middle of the drenched in sweat screaming “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER”, “HERMIONE, HARRY”, I’M SORRY”, “GOD DAMN IT LET ME IN”, “HARRY NO”, “FRED WATCH OUT” and the like.
Ron Weasley going to every single one of Ginny’s matches during her first year on the Harpies.
Ron Weasley becoming a healer, knowing full well it means going back to school, because he’s lived his life tending for and saving the lives of the people he loves so he might as well do it for others ass well.
Ron Weasley blaming himself for Harry’s death when he’s lying limp in Hagrid’s arms and always checking to be sure he’s breathing when he falls asleep on their couch.
Ron Weasley moving out of the burrow and into muggle London to share a flat with his best mates.
Ron Weasley forgiving Draco Malfoy because he was once a scared young boy determined to do anything to protect his family and recognizes that Draco was too, his just fell on the opposite side of the war.
Ron Weasley going back to the burrow every week or so to help his mum get rid of the garden gnomes.
Ron Weasley learning how to drive a muggle car on the ground for the first time and hating pedestrians.
Ron Weasley holding his children close and watching muggle cartoons with their grandfather.
Ron Weasley playing keeper in family tournaments alongside his best friend and children.
